m. "What did you come here for?" she went on, almost
impertinently.

"To fetch a pail of water." He stopped, and then it suddenly occurred
to him that after all there was no reason for his being bullied by this
tall, good-looking girl, even if he HAD saved her. He gave a little
laugh, and added mischievously, "Just like Jack and Jill, you know."

"What?" she said sharply, bending her black brows at him.

"Jack and Jill," he returned carelessly; "I broke my crown, you know,
and YOU,"--he did not finish.

She stared at him, trying to keep her face and her composure; but a
smile, that on her imperious lips he thought perfectly adorable, here
lifted the corners of her mouth, and she turned her face aside. But
the smile, and the line of dazzling little teeth it revealed, were
unfortunately on the side toward him. Emboldened by this, he went on,
"I couldn't think what had happened. At first I had a sort of idea that
part of a mule's pack had fallen on top of me,--blankets, flour, and all
that sort of thing, you know, until"--

Her smile had vanished. "Well," she said impatiently, "until?"

"Until I touched you. I'm afraid I gave you a shock; my hand was
dripping from the spring."

She colored so quickly that he knew she must have been conscious at the
time, and he noticed now that the sleeve of her cloak, which had been
half torn off her bare arm, was pinned together over it. When and how
had she managed to do it without his detecting the act?

"At all events," she said coldly, "I'm glad you have not received
greater injury from--your mule pack."

"I think we've both been very lucky," he said simply.

She did not reply, but remained looking furtively at the narrow trail.
Then she listened. "I thought I heard voices," she said, half rising.

"Shall I shout?" he asked.

"No! You say there's no use--there's only this way out of it!"

"I might go up first, and perhaps get assistance--a rope or chair," he
suggested.

"And leave me here alone?" she cried, with a horrified glance at the
abyss. "No, thank you! I should be over that ledge before you came back!
There's a dreadful fascination in it even now. No! I think I'd rather
go--at once! I never shall be stronger as long as I stay near it; I may
be weaker."

She gave a petulant little shiver, and then, though paler and evidently
agitated, composed her tattered and dusty outer garments in a deft,
ladylike way, and leaned back against the mountain side, He saw her